You hear a slight rumble around you, as a figure approaches you menacingly.

What a surprise. A stranger.

It's a tall, middle-aged man with long, black-gray hair, a mustache, and a beard. He wears a long, tattered brown coat with a beige shirt underneath, brown trousers, boots, gloves, and a wide-brimmed hat, as well as what appears to be a compass, an old fish scale, and a dog tag around his neck. He holds a huge custom-made hammer assembled from different mechanisms that he sometimes carries around with him. He also wears old-fashioned sunglasses.

Strange to see a spineless fool like you in the village. The beasts roaming around here should have devoured you, but apparently you were lucky.

He takes out a cigar and lights it.